I haven't been able to get you out of my head since I met you.' 7 Still holding her hands, Tyler jerked her toward him. When her body impacted against his, they embraced, melding together with a long, mutual sigh. They held each other tightly, savoring their closeness. The fiery passion between them, never far beneath the surface, flared like a spark to tinder. Their lips met and clung, their hands feverishly caressing. Carrie could feel every hard line of his body against her softer, yielding flesh, and she moaned and moved suggestively, wanting- to offer him an unmistakable invitation. It was one Tyler was eagerly willing to accept. Pausing to kiss her again and again, he walked her backward to the bed. They sank down onto the mattress, kissing with hungry desperation, their bodies stretched out and intertwined and radiating sensual heat. Carrie felt his fingers on the top button of her nightshirt, and she drew in a sharp, shaky breath.
